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Greatest Treasure	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Naruto > Yaoi - Male/Male > Naruto/Sasuke Views: 1253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto nor make profit of it. Kishimoto owns it.

Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 1
- 2
Author's note: Hey, look at that, I actually managed to finish this on time! (Mainly by powering through tonight, but whatever *coughs*)
Warnings: Short torture scene; time skips; implied mature content; fluff; double pov
I hope you'll like this last part!
Part 2
Akitomo stared at her, rooted to the spot. N was just as infamous as Uchiha in the underworld for exactly the same reason with just one minor difference: nobody knew how N looked like. Only the people closest to him presumably knew how his face and the rest had to make do with their own imagination.
What they all did know, though, was that N was just as ruthless as Uchiha, cutting down anyone who stood between what he wanted. What N wanted, N got, no matter the sacrifices.
How had someone so high up the food chain heard of him? Sure, he was the personal guard of Uchiha's lover, but as far as he knew Uchiha didn't exactly advertise that he was together with a man. Was he just getting ahead of himself? He was assuming they wanted to talk to him because they knew he worked for Uchiha, but how could they possibly know?
"And why would N be interested in me? I've got nothing of interest to offer to him," he said coolly; his fingers tightening around the butterfly knife.
"I think we both know that's a lie, Kurayami-san," she said amused. "Anyone working so closely with Uchiha has always something of interest to offer to my employer."
"Maybe, but I don't feel inclined to be interested in his offer," he retorted.
"Even if that offer would lead to a substantial raise in wages?" she asked smoothly, quirking one eyebrow.
Against his will his interest was piqued. "How much percent would we be talking about?"
"Sixty-five percent."
"You're joking," he scoffed, staring at her in disbelief. There was no way anyone would offer such a high raise, especially when knowing how much Uchiha paid his private guards already.
Her face significantly cooled. "N does never joke when it comes to money matters, Kurayami-san, and you'd do well to remember that. Would you be willing to hear him out? You're free to decide whether to accept his offer afterwards, but you can hardly refuse when you don't even know what it is."
He wavered for a long moment, a part of him wanting to snub her off and continue with his evening, but the other part – a part which was growing bigger and bigger with each second that passed – was intrigued and wanted to know what N wanted from him that would lead to a sixty-five percent raise. Given the nature of their jobs, it couldn't be anything legal, but …
"Fine, I'll listen," he gave in begrudgingly.
"Thank you for being reasonable," she smiled and plucked a slim device out of her left pocket – a black phone, one of the latest new versions on the market.
She tapped a couple of times on the screen and held it against her ear; her eyes still remaining concealed behind her glasses, but there was no doubt she was looking at him, most likely making sure he wouldn't suddenly run off.
"N, Kurayami-san is willing to listen to your offer," she said abruptly and just as abruptly handed over the phone to him.
"Kurayami-san, I'm glad to hear you're willing to discuss my offer," a smooth, deep man's voice resounded in his ear and he swallowed, his entire body on full alert now that he was talking directly to one of the biggest kingpins of the underworld.
"Well, if you go to the trouble of looking me up and sending a lovely lady to wait for me, I guess the least I can do is listen to what you have to offer me," he said, faking his bravado as much as he could.
N laughed quietly; the sound doing weird things to his nerves. "I'm not going to beat around the bush," he stated, the laugh gone, replaced by a business-like tone. "It's very simple, Kurayami-san: I'm offering you the position of the top guard in my team and your wages will be raised with sixty-five percent compared to what you're earning now underneath Uchiha."
"What's the catch? I doubt the offer is because of my guard skills," Akitomo said sceptically.
"Don't underestimate yourself, from what I hear you're one of the best," N said; some amusement creeping back in his voice. "But you are correct that this offer doesn't come for free. In exchange for the top position and the sixty-five percent raise, I want you to bring Uzumaki Naruto to me. If you do that, the promotion will be yours."
"Why do you want him?" Had he been mistaken after all? Did the underworld know about Uchiha's lover? None on Uchiha's team had ever mentioned that he would have to look out for threats from the underworld and while they loved to see him flounder about, he thought they would have informed him about a potential threat. They wouldn't risk putting their boss' lover at risk.
"Hm, let's just say that Uchiha and I go way back and he needs to be taken down a peg," N said vaguely. "Losing his precious whore would do the job just fine. He might think he's subtle, but everyone knows his weak spot. I want to hit him where it hurts before the riffraff starts getting any ideas. I'm sure you understand."
"You're asking me to go directly against Uchiha-sama," Akitomo said flatly. "Full offence meant: are you insane?"
It was a risky thing to ask, especially with N's employee standing not even three feet away from him, but really, what else did he expect him to say? It was insane, going against Uchiha. The boss took good care of his men, but the moment you stepped out of line … Akitomo had heard enough stories to know Uchiha wasn't one to be trifled with. He'd like his limbs to remain attached to his body, thanks.
Instead of being offended, N just laughed, clearly amused. "Not insane at all, Kurayami-san. If I was, I wouldn't have been able to lead my imperium for so long. I'm fully aware I'm asking something very risky of you, which is why the reward is so substantial. I'm a firm believer of rewarding everyone according to the amount of work they put in," he answered lightly. "You give me Uzumaki Naruto and in return, I'll make you my head guard and you'll earn more money than you'll ever know what to do with. I will be awaiting your reply, have a good night."
The call ended before Akitomo could think of anything to say in reply and he stood there blinking at the device for a short moment before it was deftly plucked out of his hand.
"You have until Monday seven p.m. to give us your answer," the woman told him, pressing a business card in his hand. "You can contact N through this number. Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Kurayami-san."
A car paused in front of the curb and she got inside, not even sparing him one more glance before the car drove away.
Leaving him standing, frozen as a statue in the middle of the footpath, his thoughts whirling around and the edges of the card digging into the vulnerable flesh of his palm.
As he stared at Uzumaki trying to coax a shy fox from underneath a pile of sticks on Saturday afternoon, his mind flashed back to the conversation he had had the night before with the mysterious N.
The entire night had been spent turning restlessly around in his bed, repeating the phone call over and over again in his mind like a tape recorder stuck on repeat. He hadn't even gone to the pub, had gone straight home after that conversation, too unsettled to enjoy some beers.
Deliver Uzumaki to N and he would be rewarded handsomely for it.
What was the beef between N and Uchiha that N was willing to go as far as taking Uchiha's lover from him? Sure, targeting family and lovers wasn't unheard off in their world, was par for the course, really, but as far as he was aware of, Uchiha hadn't had any dealings with N to the point that N might want to take revenge by stealing his lover from him.
Then again, what did he really know about Uchiha? He wasn't part of his personal guard team, wasn't his secretary nor part of his family. Who knew? Maybe Uchiha had done something outrageously enough that N was seeking revenge by hitting him where it would hurt he most: taking his lover from him.
Was he planning on killing Uzumaki or would he take him to be his personal toy? Could go either way; he very much doubted N was planning on letting Uzumaki go once he had him.
Could he do this? Hand over Uzumaki, betray Uchiha, all for a pay raise? There was the fact that with that pay raise he would never have to worry about money for the rest of his life.
Sure, Uchiha paid him handsomely enough especially considering he was merely guarding his lover and not the boss himself, but well, when had extra money ever hurt anybody? He could buy a vacation home in the Bahamas, could buy all the things he had ever wanted without feeling guilty about spending the money.
Never worry about bills again, get the top position he'd been dreaming of ever since he started his job as guard … Get the respect he deserved to have, should have got considering his skills …
It was a sweet deal, no doubt about that.
Very dangerous too. If Uchiha found out who had betrayed him, he would never stop hunting him down, he was sure of that. Uchiha wasn't a man who let betrayal slide.
But the raise … He could already imagine the number on his bank account steadily climbing up, could already imagine the prestige he would get for being the personal guard of the illustrious N.
It was a risky and dangerous deal, yes, but the rewards were definitely worth it. In that regard at least, N knew how to negotiate very well. But then again, what had he suspected from someone sitting on the top of the underworld? The Uchiha family was one thing, but N was on a completely different level.
Hadn't he always wanted to be respected and acknowledged for his skills? Sure, being Uzumaki's guard wasn't anything to sniff at, but it wasn't the same as guarding the boss. It would never be the same. Did he want to stay here, day in day out, in a goddamn fox sanctuary of all places?
Did he want to hear Uzumaki cooing at foxes for the rest of his career, cuddling them like they were kittens?
He couldn't really say he was looking forward to that.
But did he want to risk it all for a pay raise and a higher position?
"Good evening, Kurayami-san. I trust you have an answer for me?"
"If you can assure me that Uchiha won't be able to get me after this, then I'm in." He took a deep breath. "I'll bring Uzumaki to you then."
N chuckled. "But of course I can assure that. It's a pleasure doing business with you, Kurayami-san."
"Call me Akitomo."
"All right … Akitomo. This is what I need you to do."
The plan was relatively simple. He was asked to email both Uchiha's and Uzumaki's schedule in order to choose the day on which it had to happen.
It hadn't been easy getting a hold of Uchiha's schedule, but a bit of flirting had seen him leaving the office on Tuesday with a copy of the boss' schedule for the upcoming two weeks. He sent that off together with Uzumaki's schedule and was quickly informed that he would be bringing Uzumaki to N on Friday evening as that was the first evening Uchiha would be too busy conducting his side business to spend time with his lover.
All Akitomo had to do was dissolve some sleeping pills in one of Uzumaki's drinks and once the blond was asleep, bundle him up in the car and drive him to an abandoned warehouse at the edge of the town. It had been abandoned for years and while plans had been made to completely demolish it and create a park of sorts, so far no progress had been made and people with less than nice intentions made eager use of that place.
He didn't think the warehouse was N's hideout. Most likely that was only a temporary stop so that he could prove he did have Uzumaki with him and wasn't trying to cheat them out of money.
"Here." He placed the glass with iced tea in front of Uzumaki on the table, who startled a bit and looked away from the television.
"Oh, erm, did I ask for a drink?" he asked confused, tilting his head to the right.
Akitomo smiled faintly, taking up his usual spot behind the couch. "No, but Karin informed me that the boss is worried you're not drinking enough."
Blue eyes rolled in exasperation. "Honestly, he should focus on his own health more instead of nagging me about mine. Not drinking enough, honestly."
In spite of his complaints, he did pick up the glass and started sipping from it, engrossed in the tv show once more. At the beginning he had tried to convince Akitomo to sit next to him on the couch – "Seriously, it's so creepy having you looming behind me, no offence." – but Akitomo's worry about what Uchiha would say should he catch them so close together had made him refuse time and time again.
Hozuki had been more than clear when he had warned Akitomo that Uchiha didn't appreciate men sitting too close to his lover. He only made exception for a select few and guards weren't included in that exception apparently.
It didn't really matter to Akitomo. Guarding someone was easier when he had to keep standing because it kept him alert. If he sat down, he might become too relaxed and while he doubted anyone would break in the house, it was better to be safe than sorry.
He smiled wryly then, acknowledging the irony of his thoughts now that he was planning to take Uzumaki away.
Well, he had never claimed to be perfect.
The sleeping pills took longer to take effect than he had expected, but eventually after a bit longer than half an hour, Uzumaki's head started to dip down, his eyelids drooping closer and closer. He was clearly fighting against the pills' influence, muttering things too lowly for Akitomo to pick up, but stubbornness took him only so far and then he slumped sideways into the corner of the couch, his empty glass escaping his loose grip, tumbling down on the floor and rolling across the rug, coming to a stop against one of the table's legs.
"Uzumaki-sama?" Akitomo called out, more to check whether the blond man was really asleep than out of any real concern for the other one. He could see him breathing still, so obviously the sleeping pills had been just that: meant to put him asleep.
He waited two minutes longer to be sure, but then he stepped around the couch and heaved the unconscious man in his arms, grunting a bit underneath the weight. He wasn't exactly weak, but Uzumaki was nothing but pure dead weight now and he was sweating a bit by the time he dumped him in the back of his car.
"I don't know how the boss manages to throw you across his shoulder every damn time," he muttered, taking a second to wipe some of the sweat on his brows away before he slammed the door shut and slipped behind the wheel.
"Let's get you to your new home," he muttered and started the car. "And let's hope to god that N is keeping his word, because I don't fancy an arsehole full of bullets once Uchiha figures out what happened."
By that time he and N would normally be long gone if N kept his word. And if he didn't …
He patted the gun in his pocket. If he didn't, then he had his own way of getting out of the deal.
Only when he was right in front of the warehouse could he spot the faint light peeking from underneath the rusty door. A cool breeze caressed his face when he stepped out of the car, only a couple of stars in the dark sky witness to what he was about to do.
Checking one last time whether the gun was still in his pocket, he opened the door to the back of the car, hooked his arms underneath Uzumaki's shoulders and dragged him out of the vehicle; his feet hitting the ground with a dull thump.
He laid him on the ground for a moment, rolled his shoulders and took a deep breath before bending down and picking him up bridal style. Uzumaki was still completely out for the count, his head rolling uselessly back and forth across Akitomo's arm as he marched over to the door as quickly as the dead weight in his arms allowed him too.
A silver haired man with a mask covering the lower half of his face opened the door before he could think of knocking and stepped away, waving him lazily inside.
"He's here, N," he announced; one hand casually tucked away in the pocket of his leather jacket.
N was waiting a bit further, standing right underneath the only light currently working. He was a bit taller than Akitomo and wore dark jeans, but that was all Akitomo could say, because the man's face was completely hidden underneath a dark hood. Keeping his identity a secret even now, huh?
He wondered if N was even a mystery to his closest employees. He guessed he would find out soon.
"Ah, Kurayami-san, good evening," N greeted him friendly. "I'm pleased to see you upheld your part of the deal."
"A deal's a deal," Akitomo said and shrugged, placing Uzumaki on the ground. "Now how are we going to do this? I assume we'll be leaving for another place now?"
"You assume correctly," N said pleasantly. "Kakashi, if you will."
Akitomo didn't think of looking around, guessing the man at the door would start another car or so.
That was his mistake.
He only heard the leather jacket groaning once before something blunt and heavy thwacked him right across the back of his head. Pain exploded instantly and his vision blackened out before he even hit the ground.
Waking up was an ordeal he wished he could have put off longer, because his head was absolutely killing him, a headache the size of Japan itself pounding away like a hammer itself was still slamming down on him.
Wake up he did, though, and he groaned, confused as to what the fuck was going on. He had brought Uzumaki to N and then – had he been knocked out by that one guy? Why the hell would they do that? Was this some kind of twisted challenge, see how much he could take? Was that it?
"You're finally awake. Took you a fair bit," someone informed him dryly.
Slowly, ignoring the merciless pounding of his head, he looked up, his insides turning to ice when he saw two men leisurely approaching him.
One was N, still wearing his hood, while the other one was –
"You were supposed to be away on business," he said dumbly; dread quickly unfolding within him, filling his stomach like lead.
Uchiha stared at him unimpressed. "And I would assume you would have known better than to think you could get my schedule so easily. She wouldn't be my secretary if she was that easily swayed – unlike others," he sneered.
"I don't get it," Akitomo said numbly, looking back and forth between the two men. "How do you – how do you two know each other?"
"I guess you could say we're so close I consider him my son-in-law," N said cheerfully.
That made Uchiha snort and shake his head, side-eyeing the other man. "How long have you been sitting on that one?"
"Ah, quite some time, I have to admit," N chuckled. "I'm so glad I could finally use it!"
"I don't – I don't – you said I needed to bring Uzumaki to you!" Akitomo said shrilly, panic rapidly building as he realised just how fucking screwed he was now.
"Hm, that I did indeed." Hands rose up and tugged the hood down, revealing awfully familiar blond hair and gleaming blue eyes. The man in front of him did not have any strange whisker marks on his cheeks, but similarity was hard to ignore and Akitomo could only sit there, bound to a chair, and gape at N, who was –
"Pleased to make your acquaintances, Kurayami-san. The name's Namikaze. Namikaze Minato, Naruto's father," he introduced himself pleasantly, but the cold glint in his eyes was far from pleasant, sucking away all the warmth that might have ever existed in this place.
"I don't – I don't understand," Akitomo whispered, wide-eyed, feeling like he was going to throw up any second now.
N was Uzumaki's father? N, one of the biggest players in the underworld, on equal grounds with Uchiha, was Uzumaki's father? Uzumaki was the son of a yakuza leader? What the fuck was going on here?!
"Can't blame you, nobody ever does," Namikaze said conversationally. Almost absently he retrieved a knife from within his coat; the metal blade gleaming threatening in the light. "I suppose that's a good thing, though, because it makes this a lot easier."
"Wh-what do you mean, this?"
"Weeding out the greedy fuckers," Uchiha said bluntly; his dark eyes as icy as the north pole itself. "Staying loyal is so hard to accomplish when you only have dollar signs in your eyes, huh?"
"I didn't – I wasn't planning on really handing him over, I swear!" Akitomo babbled panicky, shouting when the knife was planted right between his legs, dangerously close to his groin.
"You know, I would believe that bullshit a lot more if you hadn't dumped my son right in front of me," Namikaze said coldly. He turned to look at Uchiha. "I let you have a go first, given that this was an ex-employee of yours."
"That's much appreciated, thank you," Uchiha murmured, rolling his sleeves up. He'd discarded his coat, leaving him in just a pristine white shirt and black slacks.
Namikaze rose up and clasped Uchiha's shoulder almost fatherly before he left the room, throwing one last wink at a petrified Akitomo.
"L-look, boss, can't – can't we talk it out?" Akitomo asked nervously, his voice rising to a high pitch. "I just – I made a mistake, I know, and I shouldn't have done it, but -" He screamed when a goddamn shuriken of all things embedded itself deeply in his right thigh, ripping straight through his muscles.
"A mistake would be forgetting to pick up Naruto when he's waiting," Uchiha said deadly calm, circling behind him. "A mistake would be upsetting Naruto by making fun of his sanctuary. That is a mistake. I do not call bringing him straight to an enemy a mistake, Kurayami – I call that betrayal."
He circled back in front of him and forced Akitomo's head up by placing a knife underneath his chin; the sharp tip of it pushing into tender flesh. "And if there's one thing I'll never forgive, it's subordinates betraying me," he stated coldly. "You could have made it so far, Kurayami, if only you had been a bit smarter."
"N-n-no, please!"
Black eyes flashed and absurdly Akitomo was remembered of the time Hozuki had warned him; the man not smirking for once.
"Whatever you do, don't ever betray the boss. You signed a deal with the devil and you best keep it, my man, before the devil decides to extract payment."
It had sounded so theatrical back then, even verging on the edge of a stupid cliché. Those words didn't sound so theatrical anymore when the knife was slammed straight into the middle of his left hand before it was ruthlessly pushed down, hacking his hand in two.
The devil was pissed and ready to extract payment and there was nothing that would hold him back anymore.
"That took longer than I thought," Naruto remarked when Sasuke finally trudged into their bedroom; his face still resembling thunderclouds. "You finished punishing him?"
"Why is it so goddamn hard to just stay loyal?" Sasuke snapped, roughly unbuttoning his shirt.
Naruto didn't take the tone personal, knowing it wasn't him Sasuke was pissed off with. "Well, my parents can be rather persuasive," he remarked, closing his book and putting it on the nightstand.
"Oh please, you don't have a problem staying loyal to me and your parents tried to hook you up with Hyuuga," Sasuke grumbled, glaring at him.
The blond shrugged, uncrossed his legs and slipped off the bed, padding over to the dark haired man to help him before too many buttons would meet their early demise.
"Yeah, but I'm also more stubborn than them. Besides, Neji and I would never have worked out. He already became squeamish when he caught just a glimpse of my sex toys, asking me whether I was really planning on keeping them when I was with him, while you," he finished unbuttoning the shirt and shoved it down Sasuke's arms, discarding it on the floor, "asked if you could use them on me."
Sasuke shrugged, one of his hands sliding around Naruto's neck and clasping him there. "What can I say? You look hot when you fuck yourself with them in front of me."
"And that's one of the reasons why I'm with you and not with Neji," Naruto murmured, rising up to kiss him. "Because you know how to handle me and Neji would never be able to do that."
"Damn right he wouldn't," Sasuke growled and when their mouths met next, the kiss turned a lot more demanding, hot hands sliding down his back to grab his arse; the pressure behind them making Naruto jump up and swing his legs around Sasuke's waist.
"Did you make him pay?" Naruto asked, his breath leaving him in a rush when Sasuke strode to the bed and dumped him roughly on top of it before climbing between his legs.
"We made him pay until he was begging for mercy," Sasuke answered him; his eyes burning almost unholy.
It shouldn't be such a turn on, Naruto realised, to hear how his boyfriend had tortured a guy to death all because he had been disloyal and tried to hand Naruto over. It shouldn't be, but goddamn it, it was, and he hurriedly unzipped Sasuke's slacks, wanting nothing more than to have him inside him.
"Someone took advantage while he waited," Sasuke smirked when his fingers dipped between Naruto's cheeks, feeling the slicked and stretched entrance.
Naruto pouted, wrapping his arms around Sasuke's shoulders and tugging him closer. "Well, what else was I supposed to do while you kept me waiting here?" he complained, mewling when Sasuke nuzzled the spot underneath his left ear at the same time three fingers slipped inside him.
Hips rolling in response to the stimulation, Naruto continued, a tad breathless, "So, I thought I might as well do something useful with the time I had."
"You're unbelievable," Sasuke told him, but awe coloured his voice and he shook his head, swallowing Naruto's hiss when he pulled his fingers back, only to thrust inside immediately, not giving him any chance to acclimate. "I've got no idea what I did to deserve you."
"You've got a great dick," Naruto informed him, grinning, and was rewarded with a harsh thrust that had him seeing stars and arching his back with a loud moan.
No further words were exchanged then, except for some half-hearted attempts on Naruto's side to utter Sasuke's name, but those attempts were always brutally squashed by the relentless pressure against that bundle of nerves, which had his legs spasming on either side of Sasuke's hips and his nails scratching reddish lines down Sasuke's back as he babbled nonsense he wouldn't be able to remember anymore once they were finished.
He was still coming down from his high when he recalled what he had been thinking about earlier and he smacked Sasuke's chest, making the other man grunt.
"What?"
"I was thinking, seeing as I'm getting tired of having to pretend to be drugged every goddamn three months, I could suggest a personal guard to you?" Naruto asked hopefully, sitting up. The sheet wrapped around him dropped down, pooling around his hips.
One black eye opened, regarding him sceptically. "And who would this guard be?"
"Gaara," Naruto replied, grinning when that made Sasuke sit up, suddenly alert. "I talked to mum and dad about it already and they're more than fine with him being my personal guard."
Probably because Gaara could be just as ruthless as dad, Sasuke and Kakashi combined. His friend had never been hesitant in picking up any lessons Naruto's dad and Kakashi had deemed to give him and he definitely wasn't the type to hesitate.
He also was loyal to a fault to Naruto and would never betray him. Naruto knew Gaara would sooner slit his own throat than even consider ratting him out to an enemy and that was something mum and dad knew very well too.
After all, Gaara had been the first friend they had ever approved of and that was because Gaara had beat the shit out of a rival yakuza member when they had been just nine years old and the guy had been about to grab Naruto off the street.
Naruto had never liked the thought of having a personal guard, but if it was Gaara, he wouldn't mind. Gaara was his best friend and both mum and dad knew him well enough by now that they wouldn't insist on putting him through the loyalty test dad and Sasuke had devised.
Honestly Naruto was getting a bit fed up of having to pretend to be drugged every couple of months whenever he got a new guard and being forced to listen to them spewing derogatory shit about either him or Sasuke.
He understood why Sasuke and his parents insisted on testing the guards, but really, this was getting a bit out of hand!
"It's true that we can trust him not to betray you," Sasuke mused thoughtfully.
"Exactly! I have a new guard, which will make you and my parents happy, and I don't have to put up with stiff people looming over me, it's a win-win situation!" Naruto declared, clapping his hands once;
"You know we just want you to be safe," Sasuke sighed, reaching out to palm his hip.
"I know that, and it's why I put up with it. But I also don't want to have to repeat that test every time you get a new guard for me," Naruto said and crawled in his lap. "You know Gaara is more than skilled enough to be my guard and he's so loyal he's more likely to kill the person wanting to buy his loyalty than to betray me."
"You really thought this true, huh?" Sasuke remarked amused; a faint smile playing around the corners of his mouth.
"I got my persuasion skills from somewhere, you know," Naruto told him flippantly, smiling when Sasuke laughed.
"Well, all right then. Guess I won't mind Sabaku guarding my biggest treasure," Sasuke murmured and sealed their mouths together.
Naruto really wanted to say something about that cheesy line, but as fingers slipped between his thighs, he decided it wasn't worth it.
He got what he wanted after all: his best friend as his personal guard and Sasuke back with him.
As far as he was concerned, that was more than enough for him.
The End
AN2: There's a possibility I might return to this universe if I get inspired again, we'll see. For now this is the end :) I hope you enjoyed this two-part!
Please leave your thoughts behind in a review; should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
I hope to see you all back in my future stories! Please stay safe and take care of yourselves!
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